Like most children
Daniel had imaginary friends
When he was very young
His favorite was
A statue of brave roman soldier
In the family garden
Daniel had long since outgrown such childish things
But now, heartsick
With the impossible choice before him
He finds himself
Turning again
To his old friend
Of stone
Old friend, it’s me again
Once more
I turn to you
You were always here for me
You always pulled me trough
Old friend
I’m sure you’ve seen
I’m captured
By her charm
But a hopeless choice waits for me
Home
Or
The heart
It tears me apart
What should I do?
